July 2, 2017 4:39pm CST
Psychologically I have been on my summer holiday since leaving work on Thursday. In real terms, I still have tomorrow to get through and then my summer holiday from work can begin. 14:42 I will not leave a minute later. Term doesn't actually finish for us lowly term-time only staff until end of play on Thursday, but I had twenty-four hours of annual leave to take so tomorrow at 14:42 my summer can truly begin. I have plenty of things to do to keep me occupied. My garden needs a bit of TCL. We're getting a new living room floor. I have at least one barbecue to go to. There are an awful lot of tellybox programmes I need to play catch-up with. Maybe I'll get on with doing some writing. I feel some genealogy research may be in order. I'm pretty sure I'll be taking part in some research at Hospital in August. I need a smear test. Qyzy needs a booster. And before I know it the end of August will have arrived and I'll be grumbling about how much I didn't get done. I really need to stop wishing my life away ... One more day. Just. One. More. Day.
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